Red Hot Bikers, Rock Stars and Bad Boys

by Cassia Leo

  Eli and Cathy were standing at the edge of the pool. They’d both just come outside.

  Eli’s face was so red that it was practically purple. Isabella thought that he might jump into the pool and strangle Heath.

  Cathy looked like someone had punched her in the stomach.

  Heath laughed, grinning up at both of them. “Hi there. Good to see you.”

  Eli struggled to form words. He was too angry to do anything other than move his jaw, however.

  Heath pushed himself up out of the water. His erection was very apparent.

  Isabella hid her face, mortified. What had seemed sexy and exciting a minute ago seemed unbearably stupid now.

  Heath picked up a towel and began drying himself off. “What’s the matter, Eli? You don’t look like you’re feeling too well.”

  Eli looked down at Isabella. “Get in the house.”

  “You can’t tell me what to do,” said Isabella.

  “Fine then,” said Eli. He pointed at Heath. “You. Come with me. We need to talk.”

  Heath’s grin widened. “This is better than I thought it would be, I have to admit.”

  *

  “My sister, Cathy. My sister,” Eli said, pacing in front of Heath, who was dripping on the cement floor of the garage.

  Cathy was too stunned to know what to say. She couldn’t stop seeing the image of Heath and Isabella like that, her hand on him, her breast bare. He’d been going to…

  Heath inspected his fingernails. “I realize you might not think I’m good enough for your sweet little sister, but—”

  “Damned right, you’re not,” said Eli.

  There was a pounding on the door. “Let me in, you jackasses!” yelled Isabella’s muffled voice. “This is about me too. You can’t lock me out of it.”

  Eli ignored her.

  “She’s crazy about me,” said Heath, shrugging is if the whole thing wasn’t his fault.

  “No,” said Cathy. “Isabella didn’t start this. You did. But… why?”

  Heath only smiled.

  “Do you care about her?” Cathy asked.

  “It doesn’t matter if he does,” said Eli.

  She held up a hand. “If you care about her, if you two are happy—”

  “I told you that you were the only woman I’d ever care about,” Heath interrupted in a low voice.

  Eli took Heath by the shoulder. “What did you say to her?”

  Heath turned on him. “Oh, did I upset you? I’d hate it if you were upset, Eli.”

  He was so sarcastic, taking delight in all the pain he was causing. Cathy gaped at him. Who was this man? Had he been inside Heath all along?

  Eli folded his arms over his chest. “I know you and Cathy have a history, and I realize that you’re having trouble letting go of her, but dragging my sister into all of that is unnecessary. Ever since you showed back up here, you’ve been screwing everything up. I don’t think I want you back in my house again.”

  “Am I being given my marching orders?” said Heath.

  “You get out, and you stay out. And if I see you near either one of them again, I’ll make you sorry.”

  Heath dissolved into laughter. He doubled over from the force of it. “I’m sorry,” he managed, trying to straighten up. “But did you just threaten me?”

  Eli’s nostrils flared. He stepped close to Heath. “I mean it. You stay away from the women I care about.”

  Heath’s laughter died away. He feinted at Eli as if he was going to throw a punch. But he didn’t.

  Eli still flinched away.

  Heath laughed again. “Oh, Cathy, so this is what you prefer to me?” He shook his head at Eli. “I wish you were worth knocking down.”

  Eli straightened his shoulders, trying to regain his dignity.

  In that moment, Eli looked pathetic, and Cathy couldn’t help it. She hated him. She turned away so that she wouldn’t have to look at him.

  Heath went to Cathy, roughly turned her face to him, and kissed her.

  She pushed him off, shaking with anger. “Don’t touch me.”

  And before she could see it, Eli punched Heath.

  His fist collided with Heath’s jaw with a resounding crunch.

  Heath grunted, reaching for Eli, who had backed away, cradling his hand and wincing in pain.

  “Stop!” Cathy put both hands on Heath’s chest. “Don’t hit him, Heath. If you ever loved me, don’t touch him.”

  Heath leered at her. “I hope you’re very happy with him, Cathy. Very fucking happy.”

  He went to the door of the garage and threw it open.

  Isabella was standing outside. “What happened? I couldn’t hear a thing.”

  Heath threw an arm around her. “Your brother punched me. Let’s go.”

  Eli scrambled after them. “Isabella, don’t you dare go anywhere with him!”

  Heath didn’t look back. Instead, as he walked away, his hand migrated down Isabella’s body to squeeze her backside.

  Cathy looked away. She felt sick.

  *

  Heath gripped the steering wheel and glared at the road. He still felt on edge after the confrontation with Eli. He should have gone ahead and beaten the pansy boy to a pulp. Let Cathy see exactly what it was she’d chosen. But she’d begged him not to, and goddamn it, he couldn’t resist her when she begged like that.

  Not to mention the fact that he’d been worked up in the pool with Isabella. He hadn’t actually thought he could get quite so turned on for anyone but Cathy, but there was something about the way Isabella had responded to him. She was like a fluttering bird, and he found that the thought of crushing her wings stirred things within him. Fierce things.

  He pulled her across the seat of the car and kissed her again, one eye on the road.

  Like she was reading his mind, one of her hands wandered over his thigh and tentatively explored him between his legs.

  He let out a low groan.

  He slid a searching hand over her body. She was still only wearing her bikini, but she had a towel wrapped around her waist. “Show me your tits again,” he said in a hoarse voice.

  She gave him a frightened look, but she did it, removing her bikini top.

  He glanced at them and then glanced back at the road. They were small, like tiny upturned tea cups, her nipples pretty pink tips.

  His swimming trunks felt tight on his groin.

  Her hand moved against him, and he felt himself lengthening and hardening.

  He took one hand off the steering wheel and opened his trunks.

  Then he grabbed Isabella by the neck. “You ever give a blow job?”

  Her lips parted and her eyes widened, but she didn’t say anything.

  He pushed her head down.

  *

  “I’m calling the police,” Eli was saying.

  Cathy watched him, and she couldn’t help but feel like he was nothing more than pathetic clown. He couldn’t take care of himself at all.

  “She’s a minor,” said Eli. “She’s still seventeen. He’s nineteen. That’s illegal or something isn’t it?”

  She shook her head. “Age of consent’s sixteen in West Virginia.” Not that she wanted to think about Isabella consenting to things with Heath. She kept thinking of the way they’d been together in the pool. Heath had been whispering something in Isabella’s ear, and he’d looked like he was having a pretty good time.

  Well, of course he was. He was a man after all. Isabella had been touching him. All men liked being touched like that.

  But he’d told her that he’d never been with anyone except her. And now…

  He had every right, she supposed.

  “What’s wrong with you?” said Eli. “You’re jealous, aren’t you? You still have feelings for him. I’m not blind, Cathy. I can see that.”

  The sound of Eli’s voice was driving her mad. “I think I need some time alone. I’m going to sleep in one of the guest rooms.”

  She started out of the room.

  He follo
wed her. “You thought he’d wait around for you, didn’t you? You thought you could go to him at any time.”

  She whirled on him. “Shut up, Eli. You don’t understand a thing about him and me.”

  “You think I don’t know that you were with both of us before?” said Eli. “You think that wasn’t vastly apparent to me when you fell apart when he left?”

  “I was not with both of you,” she said.

  “Of course you were. You were sleeping with him, and you were going down on me every day after school, and you couldn’t decide between us then, but you can’t keep doing that, Cathy. I’m not going to let you walk all over me—”

  “You would,” she said. “You’d let me do anything I wanted to you. You’d forgive me. And I wasn’t with both of you. I was with Heath. I was only sucking your dick so that I could get enough money from you to run away with him.”

  He drew back, hurt all over his face.

  She felt horrible again. Between the two of them, they were going to kill her. She couldn’t be good to either of them. It seemed they all had to suffer. Her face crumpled, and she ran down the hall to the guest room, shutting the door and locking herself inside.

  *

  Heath pulled Isabella off of him and threw her across the car.

  There were tears in her eyes.

  He felt soiled. He couldn’t do it. As great as it would be to thoroughly use her, to send her back to Eli ruined and broken, he couldn’t handle forcing her to do that to him. He’d felt her resistance, her struggle, and he’d tried to just hold her head in place, to grab her hair and force her up and down on him.

  But it was too ugly. There were things he couldn’t do, apparently. Lines he couldn’t cross.

  “I couldn’t breathe,” said Isabella, accusation all over her face. Her tits bounced.

  “I’m sorry,” he muttered.

  “You just… you can’t… You have to work up to things,” she said.

  He shot her a glance. What? She wasn’t spitting vitriol at him. He’d thought after that little experience, she’d hate him with a fiery passion.

  She reached for him again. “Maybe if you didn’t grab my head.”

  He stopped her. “Don’t. Probably not safe to do while we’re driving anyway.” He felt the guilt again. He managed to get his swimming trunks fastened again.

  “Do you want me to…?” She gestured at her discarded bikini top.

  “Leave it off,” he said. He was supposed to be fucking her, and he’d do it. He wasn’t sure how he’d do it yet, but he had to do it. It was the plan. It was the final nail. He had to follow through. Besides, he liked the way she looked topless.

  He drove them back to the place where he’d kissed her the first time.

  He led her to the picnic table, and he had her sit on his lap.

  “Did you know you were hurting me?” she asked him.

  “When?”

  “When you pushed me down onto your…”

  He raised his eyebrows.

  She looked away. “Cock,” she whispered.

  He should probably lie. But he wasn’t good at lying. “Yes.”

  She gave him a startled look. “Why?”

  “I thought it would turn me on,” he said. “It didn’t.” He put his mouth on one of her nipples.

  She sighed.

  “Don’t I frighten you?” he asked her.

  Her eyes were closed.

  He kissed her other nipple.

  She gasped. “No, you don’t frighten me.”

  “Then you’re an idiot,” he said. He slid one hand up her thigh, pushing aside her bikini bottoms. By some miracle, she was wet.

  She moaned at the touch of his fingers on her. “Stop saying things like that about yourself.”

  He sighed. “Isabella—”

  “No, I mean it. I know you’re good. Deep down, I know it.”

  He couldn’t look at her.

  She touched his face. “Are we going to have sex?”

  He laughed bitterly. “You want that?”

  She nodded.

  “You really are idiotic, Isabella.” He tugged the rest of her bathing suit off, and he took off his swimming trunks. He was only half-hard. He rearranged her so that she straddled him. He wrapped a hand around himself and stroked rapidly, needing to get stiffer if he wanted to perform.

  “Do you want me to—”

  “No,” he told her. Damn it, why couldn’t he get hard? He touched her breasts again, rolling one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She was so tiny. Everything about her was small and vulnerable, and she was offering herself to him and—

  He closed his eyes.

  She let out a little sound of pleasure. She likes it, he told himself. She wants me to. It’s okay.

  But if she knew that he was only doing it because he wanted to use her, would she want it then?

  She was a very stupid girl. It was as if he hadn’t warned her.

  “Have you done this before?” he asked her.

  She laughed. “Of course.”

  Was she telling the truth? Fuck. Did it matter?

  She smiled at him. Oh, no, he couldn’t handle that. He didn’t want her to face him anymore. Her eyes were unsettling.

  He stood up, and because she was on his lap, that meant he made her stand up as well.

  She gave him a confused look.

  He turned her around. He pushed her face down onto the picnic table.

  Think of Cathy, he told himself, trying to bring to mind her full breasts in his hands, her mouth on his cock.

  And then he shoved himself into Isabella.

  She cried out.

  He wasn’t using a condom. If she wasn’t a virgin, there were diseases and…

  But he could see that there was blood on his cock.

  The sight of it almost made him so soft that he couldn’t continue. But he squeezed his eyes shut, remembered Cathy telling him that she was his, that she’d always be his.

  And it was over quickly.

  Thank god.

  He pulled out of her, staring dumbly at the red smear between his legs.

  Isabella turned around to look at him. She didn’t get up. It was like she was asking him permission.

  He picked up the towel she’d had wrapped around her waist. He thrust it at her. “I’ll take you home,” he said flatly.

  *

  There was a soft knock on Cathy’s door.

  “Go away, Eli,” she called. “I don’t want to talk to you yet.”

  “It’s Isabella.”

  Cathy wasn’t sure that she wanted to talk to Isabella either. After all, she couldn’t stop thinking about Heath whispering in her ear. What had the two of them done together all afternoon?

  “I need to talk to someone.” Isabella sounded on the verge of tears.

  Cathy got up and opened the door. “Come in,” she sighed.

  Isabella’s hair was wet. She smelled of shampoo. She’d obviously just gotten out of the shower. But her face was red and swollen from crying.

  Cathy couldn’t be angry with the girl when she was so clearly miserable. She hugged Isabella. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

  Isabella shook her head. “I’m so confused.”

  Cathy led her to the bed. They sat down together. “Did Heath do something to you? Did he hurt you?”

  Isabella looked away. “He was just so cold. After it happened, he would hardly look at me.”

  “After what happened?” Cathy said.

  Isabella wound a strand of hair around her finger. “We, um, we…”

  “You had sex with him.” Cathy felt it like a blow to the chest. He’d told her that he’d never been with another woman besides her, but now that wasn’t true anymore.

  “Yeah,” said Isabella. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m overreacting. All my friends say that the first time is awful, no matter what. I’m the last hold out of all of them. I thought that it would be exciting to be with someone like Heath, but…”

 
“I told you, didn’t I?” said Cathy, feeling flustered. “I told you to stay away from him.”

  “He’s not so bad, Cathy,” said Isabella. “I think he’s confused. I think… I wish you’d let him go. Maybe if you did, he could love me the way I love him.”

  Cathy glared at her. “You don’t love him.”

  “You think only you could love him? That’s not true.”

  “How can you be such an idiot?” said Cathy. “Can’t you see he’s only using you to hurt me? To hurt Eli? He hates us all, Isabella. He’s going to make us all pay for everything we’ve ever done to hurt him. Whatever love is in him is twisted.”

  “You’re wrong,” said Isabella. “He’s twisted because of you. Let him go.”

  “Oh, he’s all yours,” Cathy said. “I don’t want a thing to do with him.”

  Isabella started crying again, and she left the room without saying anything else.

  Cathy paced afterwards, feeling nervous and nauseous. She told herself it was only morning sickness, finally rearing its ugly head after four months of pregnancy, but she wasn’t sure if it wasn’t because of Heath and Isabella.

  She wasn’t being fair, of course. She’d been with Eli, even back when she and Heath were still together.

  But she realized that she was only now understanding how it must have made Heath feel. It was like something had gone wrong with the universe. It felt wrong to breathe. It felt wrong to move.

  And, perversely, the baby started to move in her stomach. It had only recently started to do that. Usually, she liked it, but now it felt terrifying and alien. Had she made a terrible mistake staying with Eli, having this baby?

  She thought about going for a drive, but that would mean that she’d have to get the keys from Eli, and she didn’t want to see him right now. The guest room opened onto a brick patio outside her room. She opened the glass doors and sat outside, watching the sun set.

  It was peaceful outside, but inside her head, it was anything but.

  *

  Heath shut himself inside Cathy’s old room in the farmhouse. He hadn’t seen anyone on his way in, and he didn’t care if Matt confronted him. Fuck Matt.